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[gone_byebye]

Ray wanders into the Bar from his usual alley outside the Firehouse. For once, he's got goop in his hair and stuck to his shirt in a couple of places, and he's scowling. "Bar," he says, "I really need a Third Rail, please. Just the one. October is officially under way."

There's a long pause, and the beer is delivered.

"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."